Of dusky blues
And blackened greens
This world
In which
Imagination sings
This world
Appears to me
In dreams
This world
In which
Imagination sings
This world
Appears to me
In dreams
With the day near done
Laying back, warm sun
Close my weary eyes
Breathe a heavy sigh
Still, I always wonder
What’s on the other side?
What is the next valley like?
If we could live a fairy tale
With spells, I would acquire
For you the gold that glitters
Our true love would inspire
Not intended
For me alone
I write them
Or not
We were six
Now we are five
I just need something…
Something to focus on
Something other than what was
It’s not because I’ve been put there.
Outside is a place I have chosen.
And yet, I peer inside,
Longing to be in there.
Quell my ego
Quell my mind
They both fear
Whatever is greater than they